Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cambodia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Star Department to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slackers,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
Rod Modell,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
The Fortunes,
EPMD,
Bob Dylan,
The Cowsills,
Kurtis Blow,
David Axelrod,
Harry Pussy,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
Flash Fearless,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Fraelich,
The Trojans,
Eurythmics,
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mad Mike,
Scan 7,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Association,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül II,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra,
Cymande,
Swell Maps,
Scientists,
Panda Bear,
Newcleus,
Joy Division,
The Stooges,
The Offenders,
X-Ray Spex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gories,
The Smoke,
Danielle Patucci,
Talk Talk,
The Busters,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.